When I see that smile. Look into those eyes. I can't get over you. My defenses fall. And I lose control. There's nothing I can do. . Don't look at me like that.
Hey, Mrs. Smith is your daughter home?. Is she off the phone? I've been trying to call her. Mrs. Smith I can't explain, we were at the game. And something happened.
You pretty much stick a solo wherever you feel like it.. The whole song can be played rather enjoyably with all. upstrokes on the eighth note upbeat..
From the east side of Chicago. To the down side of L.A.. There's no place that he goes. We don't bow down to him and pray. Yeah we follow him to the slaughter.
I'm minutes away, I'm taking the next train. Don't know what I was thinking. I'm bringing you flowers, I'm making it up to you. Don't know what I was thinking.
Well you and I were meant to be. And in the end I know you'll see. That we can never be just friends. Our only love will never end Delilah. . Oh Delilah.
Tell my heart, to stop beating. Tell my mind not to think. Throw a stone. In the ocean. And tell that stone not to sink. . Tell the world to stop turning around.
It was the hottest day of August. All of us were down by the banks of the Paint Rock River. I was next in line to be baptized at the innocent age of ten.
Baby, your heart is in serious danger. Don't go out with her. She'll lead you on, treat you like a stranger. Don't go out with her. . You need someone like me.
Darlene, sit down I need to talk to you. Then you do what you wanna do, just hear me through. . Darlene, you don't need no other guy. When you gonna realize, how much I love you.
My jeans are ripped. My boots are dry and muddy. You can tell that I drink beer and not champagne. Im the kind of girl that likes to keep things simple.
Roll out of bed on a monday morning. Already the boss is calling. Slept in a little too late. I reckon last night was a big mistake. Im dry as a chip, my head aches.
Cant compete with history. Well thats the way it seems. When it comes to you and me. Well Ive been here before. And I see that open door. But I just cant get up and leave.
I won't be home anymore I'll be so far away. In my lonely prison cell until my dying day. Friend I don't want to bore ye or waste much of your day. But I've got a sad story I'd like to tell about the life that just wasted away.
Don't be angry with me darling. If I fail to understand. All your little whims. And wishes all the time. . Just remember that I'm dumb. I guess like any foolish man.
By our house runs the highway only forty feet away. In the driveway sits the car that I could used to get away. Up the sidewalk comes the reason I'm still hanging on.
He was born in ol' New Brunswick. In the early part of May 1909. Six years old he played the fiddle. At the barn dance on the old York County line. Every year Don got better.
Drinking dark whiskey. Telling white lies. One leads to another. On a Saturday night. . Dont you cross your heart. Unless you hope to die. Drinking dark whiskey.
It was on one dark and starless night. I heard and saw an awful sight. The lighting flashed and the thunder roared. All around the drunkard's feet. . I started home to change my life.
Tonight my heart is beatin' low and my head is bowed. You've been seen with my best friend on the other side of town. I don't mind this waitin', don't mind this runnin' around.